About the book: 2011 / “The still air was saturated with some kind of stuffy, heavy dampness. Not the slightest breath of wind rushed through the field: it was quiet, as in a grave... But this silence seemed like some kind of alarming silence: it was thought that in just one more moment a storm would break out, a downpour would pour in, a terrible roar of thunderclaps would be heard... Everything seemed froze in some kind of tense, aching anticipation of this storm, this downpour, these peals of thunder... I was breathing heavily…»